Quotes About Intensity

How true is the observation that unrequited love turns to deepest hate.

My body is on fire and he is the oxygen keeping it going.

Tonight I've set my body on fireI've burned my fingers On your chest and absAnd as the flame Continued consuming me I blew my air kisses All over youUntil I've heard The explosion.

The kiss grew into so much more than anything that had come before, unfettered by a time that strived to contain passion, born from perceived loss and glorious gain.

Love is a gift. Passion is a curse

..if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was ahurricane.

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

being together… it will never be right. Thought it sure as hell feels like it could. We'd result to train wrecks. We'd cause whirlwinds. We'd start wildfires.

As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.

we all love people in our life. way of expressing it may change but the intensity never fluctuates. there are comparisons and fights in any relation because of the same reason of their existence.

I had found what I was looking for. I was madly in love, and the intensity of our passion made a profound difference in my life. More than anything else, it affected my dancing, which attained the expressiveness I had been seeking for so long.

În literatur?, oamenii elementari, cu pasiuni puternice, dominaÈ›i de un singur viciu sau oarecum maniaci, par vii È™i autentici. CeilalÈ›i, mai ales oamenii buni, blânzi, inteligenÈ›i È™i, în primul rând, oamenii preocupaÈ›i de probleme morale, par fazi, f?r? contur, lipsiÈ›i de personalitate. În fond, literar vorbind, sunt neinteresanÈ›i.

You're never in love with anyone the way you are when you're eighteen

I was cranked to a fifth gear, and everything I did, I did on a deadline.

Every muscle he has was as tight as a piano wire.

your soul is dust to me. I will swallow you whole.

Ico took the girls hand in his own, the gesture feeling intensely familiar, as the sun shone brightly over the end of their long story.

I'm best in small doses, believe me.

Saeed was certain he was in love. Nadia was not certain what exactly she was feeling, but she was certain it had force.

exceeded only by sex.

muscularity, made more pronounced by her gauntness, and the near-inanimate

Not that he isn't horrible to most of the planet, he is. But if Ozi loves you, you know it. You can swim in it, get a tan. Or rest in its shade, if you'd rather.

The air was hot and wet, as if it had absorbed the sweat of countless bodies. It dripped also with scandal.

Unless you read it quickly you will fail to see the unity of the story. Unless you read intensely you will fail to see the details.